I've been alone with the Little Brewers for the last four days. Mr. Brewguy is off in Arizona with friends from graduate school. This is only the second time he's been away from the LB's since they were born.
I was envisioning all sorts of disasters. I'm great at multitasking but I wasn't sure how well I'd handle work/laundry/dishes/meals/preschool/baths/play all by myself. Granted, I did let them have chocolate granola bars for breakfast, they've been staying up WAY past their bedtimes and I haven't had a shower in two days. Bad Mother. On the other hand, letting them stay up late means they're still asleep, giving me time to blog.
My respect for single parents has increased ten-fold.